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White Now, I am a hand, an outstretched hand, an

White 
Now, I am a hand,
an outstretched hand,
an empty hand,
open, white, and cold.
What are the violets for,
and what is life for—if anything?
Now, I am eyes,
eyes without flames
that stretch blank
in the bleak light.

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